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BLOW THE MAN DOWN (Crows) 1 There was three crows sat on a tree, To me, Way, hay, blow the man down, And they was as black as black could be, O Gimme some time to blow the man down. Ch. Blow the man down Bullies, blow the man down to me, Way, hay, blow the man down, Blow him right back to Liverpool Town, O Gimme some time to blow the man down. 2 Says one old crow unto his mate, To me, Way, hay, blow the man down, 'Where shall we go for somethin' to ate?' O Gimme some time to blow the man down. 3 'There is an old horse on yonder hill, To me, Way, hay, blow the man down, And there we can go and eat our fill, O Gimme some time to blow the man down. 4 'There is an old horse on yonder mound, To me, Way, hay, blow the man down, We'll light upon to his jaw-bone,' O Gimme some time to blow the man down. 5 Says one old crow unto the other, To me, Way, hay, blow the man down, •We'll pick his eyes out one by one,' O Gimme some time to blow the man down. from the singing of Les Nickerson, Nova Scotia @animals @birds filename[ THRERAV8 TUNE FILE: BLOWDOWN CLICK TO PLAY SOF Feb07 |
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